A Memoir Stopped Me From Slapping My Plumber

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I was not prepared for the man who showed up to fix my sink, because I hate confrontation. But in this case, something I’d read made avoiding it impossible.

I walked onto the front porch as soon as the plumber pulled up in his truck to let him in before he could knock. Knocking, of course, is the conventional and acceptable way of requesting entry into t…